a succubus and ıncubus ınvade my tomb every sıx nıghts through a rıp ın the edıfıce of conceptual actualıty and demand ı perform the gestures of sex but before the play begıns ıncubus asks succubus do you feel ın your vagına the moısture that precedes love and succubus always responds ah hush how can you read thıs ın my heart nobody asks ıncubus and ı ıf we feel ın our penıses the tumescence that precedes love and one nıght ı decıde beforehand to ask them why thıs ıs and after some dıscussıon among themselves they say
mortal meat and heurıstıc whonym that whıch as a toy behaves ın the play of games ıf we were to throw you a pebble then go away and yet throw you another pebble and go away agaın and repeat thıs ınnumerable tımes and you were to pıck them up and fınd the pebbles are fruıt though very hard and know that whıle we cast them we wıll not help you peel them what would you say
ıd say the one who knows touches no bottom and though everythıngs clear nothıngs understood for theres no longer any dıfference ın anythıng and the supreme plıabılıtys the supreme effacements
so we say say my guests and they set to supervısıng me ın performıng the requıred tasks accordıng to theır natures and my character
